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genessia2019-07-21 05:19 pm
willing_sheath) wrote in genessia2019-07-21 05:19 pm
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Some time in July
I. MODERN MIRACLES
[Tomoe was out and about on a hunt for fabric and has found herself in Attleton rather than Fayren—she’s seen what the Fayren shops had time and time again and finally decides to look in the other cities. Oh if she had only looked sooner...]
[Here is one (1) flabbergasted Tomoe staring in open awe at a sewing machine being demo’d at a craft shop. She watches as the demonstrator sews a seam that would have taken her hours to sew by hand.]
[HOW HAS SHE BEEN HERE FOR TEN MONTHS AND NEVER KNEW THESE THINGS EXISTED????]
II. OUT AND ABOUT
[Things Tomoe did not think about when making a physically large purchase: carrying the damn thing all the way back to Fayren by herself. She’ll be making her way back through Attleton and eventually Fayren with a boxed up sewing machine and a bag containing yards of fabric and thread.]
[Quick! Send help!]
III. AMATSU CRAFT TIME
[One thing about living where you work... it’s hard to discern when you are and are not working... As such, during down time that may quickly turn to work time she will be in the corner of her office with her nose in a direction pamphlet trying to figure out how to work the sewing machine she just bought, the hum of the machine eventually escaping her office after she’s confident that she’s figured it out.]
IV. CLOSED TO KENSHIN
[She had intended to do this for him when he was here before, seeing the sad shape of his clothing, patched, re-patched and still threadbare in places, but hadn’t finished before he left. The kimono she had started by hand had been discarded. She hadn’t wanted to look at it, much less finish it after he’d left.]
[She was honestly amazed at how quickly she’d finished it with the help of the machine. What would have taken her weeks sewing by hand during her off time had been completed in two days. It was practically magic.]
[She came back into their room that evening, the bundle in her arms wrapped very loosely with paper.]
Anata... I have something for you.
[Tomoe was out and about on a hunt for fabric and has found herself in Attleton rather than Fayren—she’s seen what the Fayren shops had time and time again and finally decides to look in the other cities. Oh if she had only looked sooner...]
[Here is one (1) flabbergasted Tomoe staring in open awe at a sewing machine being demo’d at a craft shop. She watches as the demonstrator sews a seam that would have taken her hours to sew by hand.]
[HOW HAS SHE BEEN HERE FOR TEN MONTHS AND NEVER KNEW THESE THINGS EXISTED????]
II. OUT AND ABOUT
[Things Tomoe did not think about when making a physically large purchase: carrying the damn thing all the way back to Fayren by herself. She’ll be making her way back through Attleton and eventually Fayren with a boxed up sewing machine and a bag containing yards of fabric and thread.]
[Quick! Send help!]
III. AMATSU CRAFT TIME
[One thing about living where you work... it’s hard to discern when you are and are not working... As such, during down time that may quickly turn to work time she will be in the corner of her office with her nose in a direction pamphlet trying to figure out how to work the sewing machine she just bought, the hum of the machine eventually escaping her office after she’s confident that she’s figured it out.]
IV. CLOSED TO KENSHIN
[She had intended to do this for him when he was here before, seeing the sad shape of his clothing, patched, re-patched and still threadbare in places, but hadn’t finished before he left. The kimono she had started by hand had been discarded. She hadn’t wanted to look at it, much less finish it after he’d left.]
[She was honestly amazed at how quickly she’d finished it with the help of the machine. What would have taken her weeks sewing by hand during her off time had been completed in two days. It was practically magic.]
[She came back into their room that evening, the bundle in her arms wrapped very loosely with paper.]
Anata... I have something for you.